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wishing I was face down in his crotch.  But it was nice.  He stroked my arms and played with my hair and I would happily have stayed there all afternoon.
    Jay’s phone beeped, and he looked at the screen and sighed. He looked at me, resigned.
    “Does this mean our second date is over?” I asked.
    Jay bundled up the remains of our picnic. “I’m afraid it does.  I just got an urgent call and I have to rush off.” My heart sank.  So much for getting him into bed.
    “Do you need help to get it all home?”
    His brow creased.  “I was just going to throw it out.  Unless you want it.”
    “Throw it away?  There’s enough food here to eat for the week!”
    “Would you like it?  You should take it.”
    “I couldn’t.”
    “Yes, take it, I’ll help you carry it to your place.”
    Was this an opportunity to get him into bed?  “Okay, as long as you help me carry it all.”

    * * *
    W e trudged the ten minutes to my condo, and he followed me through the door and into the elevator.  I could barely breathe with excitement of having him in my home.  Now to get him into my bedroom.  My god, I’m behaving like a horny teenager but that didn’t stop me from watching his ass in those tight jeans as he exited the elevator.  Shit, he caught me ogling him.
    I cleared my throat.  “This is me here,” I said unlocking my front door.
    He followed me through to my tiny kitchen and put two bags of food on the counter.
    “Why do you have jeans duct taped to your wall?” he asked.
    My cheeks burned with embarrassment, I should have thought about the jeans before I let him in.  “They’re some added motivation to lose weight.”
    His eyes raked over me, “You don’t need to lose any weight Abbie, you’re perfect.”
    Jay closed the distance between us and pulled me tight to him.  I looked up, and our lips connected with hunger.  I allowed my hands to run up his muscular back and down his strong arms.  His hands pressed over me, gently skimming my shoulders and back before we broke apart for air.  I looked up into his deep brown eyes and went back in for more.
    Our kiss was shorter this time, but just as passionate.
    He pulled away, “Sorry Beautiful, I would love to stay, trust me.”  I closed my eyes, this wasn’t happening.  Couldn’t be happening.  His fingers brushed over my eyebrows and alongside my eyes.  “Believe me,” he said kissing my hair, “I have no choice.”
    I looked away to hide my disappointment.  Unfortunately I looked straight at the jeans taped to my wall and another layer of self hatred piled on me.  There was no chance of me speaking without crying.  And if there’s one thing I don’t do in front of a virtual stranger, it’s cry.  That could wait until he left.  I forced myself to look back at him and nodded my head.
    He held my cheeks between his palms, “I will make this up to you, I promise.  How about tomorrow?”
    My eyes widened.  “Tomorrow?”
    “Yes, I’ll swing by here and pick you up.  Noon again?”
    “Um, sure.”
    As the door shut behind Jay, I slapped my forehead.  Sure?  Three days in a row was not a sure.  Three days in a row was a run fast and far away from this man who clearly wanted a relationship when I didn’t.  I wanted his body, not his company.
    I plunked myself down on the sofa and grabbed the remote.  He’s swinging by here to pick me up?  On what, his bicycle?  It didn’t matter, I’d have to cancel.  I think.

9
    “ W hat do you mean you cancelled on him?  And by text!” Jenny shouted into the phone.  Her raised voice drew my attention away from the muted movie I’d put on after Jay had left.
    “It’s too much, I don’t want to lead him on.  Make him think he’s in a relationship when I don’t view it that way.”
    “But.”
    “There’s no but Jenny. I keep telling you, I am not ready.  I only went out with him for the sex.”
    “And how’s that working out for you?”
    “Not very well,” I